"Rules, right." G snorted before laughing. "I can, actually. I just choose not to in deference to my partner's deriding of my skills." It had still been awhile since he'd purposely pushed anyone's buttons, though...except Sam's, like in email the day before. But, Sam didn't get mad in the same way anymore. Not as amusing.
"Sam fusses more than enough," he informed her with a smile. "You just don't get to see it. And, I'm eating." He held up the fruit in his hand, privately amused that she and Sam both seemed to share the affliction of telling him to eat when he was eating.
"Told you, hard to pinpoint." G chuckled, shrugged one shoulder. "Too many other reasons why I could have been tired. And, you can ask." He huffed softly.Didn't have to tell her he'd passed out by the pool. "Let's just say I kept pushing and my body finally pushed back.
"There wasn't anything to say sooner," he continued with a sigh. But, he smirked at her phraseology. He might have been nine the last time he used 'darn'. G shook his head. He'd been saying he was tired since he'd finally taken charge and started trying to pull this insane group together. It was hard to remember a time when he wasn't tired to some degree: mentally, emotionally, physically...one or the other. Even the first night he'd told Sam he loved him, he'd been tired. "Early in the year," he guessed, trying to think back. He'd thought it had started with training at the warehouse. But, thinking about it now, there were moments before that. Small ones. "Sometime between the accident at Aviator and the February Twenty-Sixth arrivals, maybe. I can't really pinpoint it closer than that because I was also just starting to train with my power at the time and the first three or four weeks any use of it was tiring to a degree while I was trying to get control." Too many reasons, as Sam had said.